Here's another...
Chapter 3.
Seven days later Sam was back in the same building, sitting in the same chair at the same time while he waited for something to start. Anything starting would be really good right now.
Bob was in the centre of the room talking away, Sam's ears closed to whatever the guy had to say tonight. He just didn't want to hear it.
He hadn't planned on coming back, thought he'd make the acceptable excuse of saying that he forgot, but Frank was one step ahead, so here he was again for the second Saturday in a row.
"Anyone else?" Sylvia looked in Sam's direction when she asked that but he pressed his lips together in a thin line as he declined her offer by shaking his head. He wasn't ready to go there.
He was still too angry, too broken, too down right depressed to open his mouth.
Just when Sam thought that he could listen to everyone's own stories about facing their demons a familiar smell attacked Sam's senses as the tremors that had caused him to be here took over completely.
The shakes had caused him to miss a shot and put a bullet into a parked car by mistake so Frank had given him an ultimatum- get help or get another job.
***it feels so wrong to write such short chapters!
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